The ink evil just glanced at it and didn't pay attention, he began to absorb the power of the surrounding avenue, the five decays of heaven and man were like a sharp sword above his head, as long as he was not careful, he began to erode the essence of the ink evil, so that he had to resist with all his strength.

He let go of his mind, and a strong devouring intent burst out from his body, swallowing the power of countless avenues around him into his body, and the five decays of heaven and man began to dissipate in his body like snow meeting sunlight, but this operation was extremely laborious, and the ink evil only lasted for a moment, his face turned pale, his brain was buzzing, and his soul was very seriously overdrawn.

However, Mo Xie still insisted that since he had this kind of opportunity, he would never give up, and immediately gritted his teeth and kept devouring the power of the Great Dao to wash his body.

Wave!

Five waves!

Ten waves!

The power of the Great Dao formed a tide on his body, and the power of heaven and man began to push away, and the shriveled body gradually radiated a touch of vitality, just like a dead tree in spring, the heart beat more and more powerfully, and the blood of the heart pumped out of it, replacing the necrotic blood in the body.

The hair began to fall out, and in just a moment, all the waist-length hair fell out, and a bright head like a boiled egg appeared.

The languishing soul also began to recover gradually at this time, although the speed was very slow, but it was winning and steadily advancing, and after the tempering of the power of the Great Dao, his soul began to become stronger, and the quality of it was gradually improving, this kind of opportunity was hard to come by.

As we all know, the cultivation of monks is easy to improve, as long as they work hard to cultivate, they can break through one day, but it is very difficult for the soul to improve, only some rare heavenly and earthly treasures have this effect, like the ink evil that directly uses the power of the Great Dao to refine the soul in the entire immortal cultivation world, there are really few people, because few people can have so much the power of the Great Dao for them to squander.

But then again, Mo Xie only dared to do this when the power of the Great Dao was distracted against the Black Moon, if it was an ordinary situation, he would have been killed by the power of the Great Dao by the power of the Great Dao by such a forcible devouring of the Great Dao, and the Great Dao would not allow any monk to blaspheme.

With this kung fu, the ink evil devoured enough power of the Great Dao, and the five decays of heaven and man on his body had already been eliminated by him, and in the process of getting rid of it, the ink evil used the power of the Great Dao to brush his body from top to bottom, including his toes, and let the body transform again.

Boom! Boom!

The altar and the black moon were at war for a long time, but because the ink evil secretly devoured the power of the Great Dao, the altar began to retreat one after another, and the palace above the head was attacked by the black chains, which had become dilapidated and gradually became illusory.

"Not good!"

Mo Xie suddenly had an alarm in his heart, he woke up from his cultivation, and hurriedly looked up, his face suddenly showed shock, only to see that the palace above his head was pierced by black chains, and a mournful roar came out on the altar, and countless cracks appeared on the integrated altar, and the power of the Great Dao dissipated.

"The altar is defeated?"

Mo Xie couldn't believe it, the sacrificial altar made of the Great Dao Stone was an indestructible divine object in the entire immortal cultivation world, even in ancient times, it had a well-known reputation, but he was shattered by his own heavenly calamity, which made him a little unbelievable.

"It's coming!" Mo Xie's expression was solemn, he picked up the Huangquan Iron beside him, and a life and death crisis surged in his heart, although he didn't know what this black moon was, but it gave him a very bad feeling.

The arm-thick black iron chain waved in the sky like an octopus's tentacles, with the sound of wind howling.

Sonor!

Sparks burst out, and the Yellow Springs Iron and the Black Chain fought, the two were evenly matched in terms of materials, and neither let anyone shatter, but in terms of strength, the Black Chain had an overwhelming advantage.

The body of the ink evil was shocked, and the whole person flew upside down from the altar, and the wounds in the flesh that had been initially healed were directly torn apart by this force, and a large amount of blood flowed out.

"What a strong force!"

Flying in mid-air and not yet on the ground, the ink evil's eyes were full of horror, and chains swept towards him, just a moment of effort, his hands, feet, neck and waist were tied by black iron chains.

Then an irresistible force poured out of the black chains, sending him into the air, straight towards the center of the black moon.

"Can't pass!"

Mo Xie's body couldn't stop trembling, and an indescribable sense of fear appeared, but the killing spirit power was extremely excited, just like a gladiator who was about to enter the arena, and he was very active in his body.

He raised the long knife in his hand with all his strength, slashed at the black iron chain, trying to cut it and then escaped by himself, of course, this is just the delusion of the ink evil, although I don't know what material the black iron chain is made of, but in terms of strength, it is as strong as Huangquan Iron, indestructible.

The black iron chain rose very fast, and in just a few breaths, in the frightened eyes of the ink demon, it entered the black moon.

Burst!

The darkness is not as illusory as mist, but as liquid as it is, and the ink demon can even feel the viscosity of the darkness.

The dizziness appeared in an instant, and his eyes rolled and he fainted.

"The little evil lady is sorry for you, so that you were born without spiritual roots. ”

"Little evil, your father is going to gouge out your eyes, my mother won't let him do this, even if it's death, my mother will protect you!"

"No! no!"

In the darkness, the body of the ink demon curled up together, his eyes closed, his face showed an extremely distorted sense of pain, and his mouth let out a heartache sound.

His consciousness appeared in the familiar Mo family, this was when he was three years old, he was still the thirteenth young master of the Mo family, and he was still his father's precious son.

A beautiful and dignified woman walked up to him, squatted down gently, and caressed the top of his head with warm hands, but her eyes showed a touch of sadness.

"Mother!"

When the woman heard the voice of the ink evil, she smiled gently, and looked at the ink evil in her eyes, as if she wanted to put his appearance deep in her heart, and then turned around and left with a resolute momentum.

"No, no, don't go, please, don't go, I'll give them eyes, mother, don't go. ”

Looking at his mother's resolute back, a wave of fear suddenly welled up in Mo Xie's heart, as if he seemed to know what was about to happen.

Tear and pull!

The scenery in front of me began to show waves of water ripples, and the picture came from the courtyard of the Mo family, in a dark house.

The sound of flesh and blood separation sounded in his ears, and several tall monks stood on either side, and the mother of the ink evil knelt on the ground, her head slowly falling to the ground, and a scarlet blood that still exuded heat fell on his face.

Ink Evil's eyes widened, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and a heart-rending roar roared out of his mouth.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, I swear!"

He looked at the ruthless ink punishment sitting in the high position, and there was an astonishing hatred in his eyes.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound sounded in his heart.

Countless darkness also slowly poured into the body of the ink demon at this time.

The picture ripples here, the scenery changes instantly, it is still the Mo family, and this time it was Zhou Die who knelt on the ground.

He is not far away now, covered in blood and ink, holding the Huangquan Iron in his hand, exuding a terrifying evil aura all over his body, and there are countless Mo monks who have lost their heads lying under his feet.

"Let her go. "The ink evil suppressed the desire to kill in his heart.

"As long as you kill yourself, I promise to let her go, and I will do what I say. Mo Xing's face was full of solemnity, his fists were clenched, and there were two elders standing beside him, his body was full of knife wounds, and his breath was sluggish, and he knew that he was seriously injured at a glance.

"Leave me alone, run on your own. ”

Zhou Die, who was kneeling on the ground, was very miserable, his big eyes, which were originally shiny, had become two pitch-black hollows at the moment, the nails of his hands and feet had all been peeled off, there was no good place for the exposed skin, and the wounds of the thickness of the chopsticks had turned up the flesh and blood.

What's more important is that there is obviously a huge gap in the position of her dantian, and Mo Xie just glanced at it and immediately knew in his heart that Zhou Die's cultivation had been abolished, and there was no possibility of cultivation in his life.

"You all deserve to die!"

Mo Xie said almost every word word at once, and the hatred for the Mo family in his heart had reached an indescribable level, and he could even give up his life for revenge.